We Wish For More In Life Rather

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music Within And A Song, And Echoes Did Feed On The Sweetness, Repeating It Long. I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music That Played Itself Out In Aeolian Notes: Then Was Heard, As A Far-away Bell At Long Intervals Tolled.

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!

Work Is Its Own Best Earthly Meed, Else Have We None More Than The Sea-born Throng Who Wrought Those Marvellous Isles That Bloom Afar.